In the desire to be strong,
it is easy to become hard,
and vulnerability
often feels like frailty.
How humiliating it can be
to admit that we need–
That we aren’t able to keep going
alone–
That we are desperate to know
and be known.
Even now I hide behind this word:
“We”
when, if I’m being honest,
I mean “me.”
By Valerie Prescott, fellow Cellarite at Taylor University, friend and inspiration for my poem, “A Walk to Class”. https://womanwithapen.wordpress.com/2013/08/18/vulnerability/?fb_source=pubv1
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